Undead Son - Tarot

I see, I dream, if world’s a womb, I’d be the knife

I run, I flee, your fingers just won’t leave my head

I hear you speak for those I left for dead

I hear, I speak, the tongues are forked, the ears distort

I see, I dream, your world’s a horde against my fort

I run, I flee, the vermin stalk within my walls

I hear them speak their dirt within my halls

Mother help your … undead son

Let go of your … undead son

Mother help your … undead son

Let me go … undead son

I walk, I’m dead, I’m slowly eaten from inside

I walk this walk, been walking since I died